Ohh. I know this game. [He relaxes a little again. The smirk is back in his voice.] This is where I get psychoanalysed, assigned the - what's the word - archetype? Trope? Maybe typecast... vampire typecast of your choice, and you can go back to being your miserable self, secure in the knowledge that no one ever changes, so you don't have to.

[He clicks his tongue. Such disapproval.]

Not that the experience of dying and returning to realise that your whole understanding of the essentials of reality is wrong could possibly transform a man. We can't have that.